Sunday, October 30, 2016

Welcome
to Panic, a sultry Miami nightclub where bodies and hearts move to a beat that
doesn’t stop at sunrise—the setting for an emotionally charged series from the
bestselling author of the Worth the Fight novels.

When
Katherine Wilson passes out in the arms of the hottest man she’s ever seen,
it’s not because of the lights, the pulsating music, or the crowded dance
floor. It’s because she can’t enjoy a night out like a normal person, not with
her debilitating anxieties. These panic attacks are going to destroy her life
unless she takes control—or gets a helping hand. So after the club’s bad-boy
owner personally escorts her home, Katherine feels something urgent and primal
awaken inside of her.

Nick Moreno
doesn’t need a headache like Katherine. A drug bust has put his father behind
bars and forced Nick to take over the daily business of his family’s South
Beach nightclub. His head tells him to walk away—but his body has other ideas.
Katherine’s vulnerability, her grace and courage, compel him to reach out. And
when they kiss, Nick is overcome by desire: to pull her close, and promise that
his embrace will always be the safest place on earth.

“Do one thing
that scares you every day,” I say to myself as I walk to the elevator.

I keep thinking that
if I can get in that stupid elevator, I can go to my sister’s wedding. Because
nothing can be worse than being in a tiny steel box held up by a cable. If it
malfunctions, either I’ll plummet to my demise or I’ll be stuck inside,
helpless and in the dark.

For weeks now
I’ve walked over to it every day, pressed the button, and then run back to my
apartment when it dings open, like it’s a monster coming to get me. I know that
I’m working myself up. I know what reality is, and I understand the extremely
low statistical likelihood that any of the things I envision will actually
happen. I’m not completely insane. But I also can’t help the fear that bubbles
up inside me and distorts my logic.

Today, however, I
woke up with a new sense of bravery and determination and I’m going to take
advantage of it.

I know that the
cable is made of steel and it will not break.

I know that the
elevator is in working order.

I know that it
takes only 22.9 seconds from the time it closes on the fifth floor to the time
it opens in the lobby.

Still, I’m
nervous. Less so then previous days, though.

I dial Nico
because even with everything that I know, I need someone with me.

“My sweet
Katherine,” he says over the music in the background.

“I need you.”

I notice the
change in him, even over the phone. “Wait, what? I’ll be right there.”

The fact that he
is so quick to rush to my rescue is heartwarming, but I don’t need him
physically here, so I clarify quickly. “No, no, no. Stay there. That’s not what
I meant. I need you to stay on the line with me.”

“Okay. Hold on a
second—I need quiet. I can barely hear you.” I hear the music become quieter
and quieter. “All right. What’s going on?”

“If I say the
safe word and tell you to call the police or firemen or whatever, just do it,
no questions asked, okay?”

“What?” He sounds
alarmed. “What the hell is going on, Katherine?”

“I’m getting on
the elevator and I’m going to the lobby. If it gets stuck, I need you to call
for help.”

“For fuck’s sake,
Katherine, you scared the hell out of me.” He lets out a breath.
“Okay, I’ll wait on the phone. Or do you want to wait for me to come over? I
can be there in ten minutes and do this with you,” he says while I
press the button.

“No. I need to do
this alone. Also, what good would it do me if you’re stuck in there with me?”

“It’s not going
to get stuck,” he says with a chuckle, and I can practically hear him rolling
his eyes on the other end of the line.

“So how’s the
club tonight?”

“I heard the
ding, baby. Stop procrastinating and get inside.”

I look at the open
door. The elevator car looks so ominous, and now I don’t know if I can do it.

“Get that cute
little ass in the elevator.”

“Never mind—I
changed my mind.”

“No. You’ve never
called me for this before. You’re obviously feeling good about it. I’m
proud of you for doing this.”

As the door
starts to close I press the button again, and the closing doors reopen.

“So get inside.
You can do this.”

“Nico, I don’t—”

“Yes, you can.
Don’t finish that sentence. You’ve done more in the last few weeks than you’ve
done in a long time. You can absolutely do this. I know you can. Don’t you want
to be free?”

I do. Damn it, I
do. I take a step and then another one. My feet feel heavy and my heart is
beating a mile a minute. I can hear that he’s breathless too.

USA Today bestselling author, Sidney Halston lives
her life with one simple rule: "Just Do It"--Nike. And that's exactly
what she did.

After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at
thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything
other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative,
romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and
she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband
and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close
second. When she's not writing, you can find her reading and reading and
reading. She's a reader first and a writer second. When she's not writing or
reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life
with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn't have it any other way.